#part time magical girl full time sufferer

[starrysharks]

"it happens all the time, it happens all the time", a tautology of self-delusion - a one-way love affair that turned me into a weak rabbit

#zeno's art #ocs #velvet kuragari #this is mad awkward because the story changed so much that the “magical girl ward” title is out of date...... #so i'll have to think of a new name and use that o.o #but anyway this is the new and improved velvet!!!! #part time magical girl full time sufferer #imagine the song bad girl online by wonderful opportunity #(if you havent listened to it you should esp the oktavia english cover is peak) #well listen 2 that song and add a suicide pact and magical girls in the mix and you kind of have an idea of what the story for this thing is #other than that the stuff about nurses and viruses is mostly the same #feel free to ask Bout this because i have a lot of stuff abojt it right now #ok im so tired tags time #suicide #suicidal ideation #mass suicide #oh there are 5 other girls btw #i only have 4 designs finalised including velvey.....

[evilminji]

Okay, But, >.> Listen...

So MAYBE, just MAYBE, I am an incureable RoFan Isekai nerd. Shut up about it, maybe. What're you a cop? Mind your business. BUT! And hear me out...

W...What would actually? HAPPEN if Danny went into a Visual Novel? Some Otome game? You know, aside from being vague flustered by and then DEEPLY ALARMED by these walking Red Flag Fruitloops that girls are supposed to find "dreamy" or something?

Like we know how MMOs work for him. And probably OTHER open world games? But a visual novel? Would it be like the Christmas Episode? Would he hear narration? Be stuck in static "scenes"? Or would it be like a cut together "only the interesting parts" movie that he's somehow IN?

Like?? At SOME point his curiosity is gonna get the best of him. He's gonna want to know what different video games are LIKE on the inside? What's Pong like? Tetris? Mario? One of those Mama's cooking games? Etc etc.

He probably hits up a game sale. Buys a box or two. Figures he can always resell um or just give them away for free. Might even use them for parts. Who knows. And?

It's kinda cool!

It's even SCIENCE! See? Tucker's in charge of notes. Sam's in charge of hilarious commentary and pizza. Jazz is keeping them from drinking and doing ghost shit (terrible combination, we never speak of What Happened(tm) again). And the Dr's. Fenton got distracted by making fudge and debating what games should be counted towards which categories.

They've made an afternoon of it.

And NOW? They've reached the bottom of box one. It was "Survive The Villainess! My Rose for You!" Or... judging by Sam's climbing eyebrows and growing scowl? A DEEPLY unpleasant porn game about school girls.

You could not PAY him enough.

Yeah, he DOES realistically kinda want to know what happens.. if.. like? You know... sexy games... like would he? Or does he just WATCH or...? *awkward cough* But! That's NOT for Family Science Night! And DEFINITELY not THAT game, THANKS.

He'll find himself an ETHICALLY SOURCED smutty game full of consensual boning. For PRIVATE TIME. Those test results are gonna show up like MAGIC and we WILL NOT be talking about them! Got it? Good.

Now what the fuck is he look at here?

Jazz is surprisingly knowledgeable. They are not allowed to ask. They respect it. The main character "wakes up" inside the body of a "villainess" and must survive. Turn her terrible reputation around. Avoid "death flags". Preferably romance one of the hot guys?

Uuuuuuuh... you realize Danny's in a committed relationship, right?

Sam and Turker allow it. But they reserve the right to blast his taste in Fantasy Guy's. Chose carefully, for their roasting shall be BRUTAL. Luuuuuv yoooou~♡

He wants a divorce. They're not even MARRIED and he wants a divorce. You see how they mock him, Jazz? The cruelty he suffers? He's taking the Blobs and moving to Frightknight's. They always warned him about you living folks and your fast ways, but he didn't listen! *continued dramatics* *is smacked with a pillow*

But actually going IN? The weirdly, vaguely European over the top EVERYTHING? Giant jewels and ridiculous, fancy dresses? The walking red flag Romantic Archtype Leads? He wants to PUNCH half these guys! This is ABUSE! Are people OKAY!?

Like? I feel like he'd stay way, WAY longer then he needed too? Just out of morbid curiosity? W-where is this plot GOING? It's so dramatic. Why is my dress MORE dramatic now? Why is everything so... Sparkly.

It would be? AMAZING and baffling and I would pay real money to hear their live commentary. "Why not simply judo flip the crown prince off the balcony, then take over the country, sweetie?" "Solid plan, honey! He deserves it!" Beautiful. Flawless. Sage advice really. Too bad Danny can barely walk in his five million bows dress.

It's the BEST Au and I might be a genius. Or deeply sleep deprived. Meh. We'll 50/50 it, six of one, half a dozen of another.

@hdgnj @ailithnight @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #danny phantom #RoFan #Family Science Night #is an excuse to fuck around and eat pizza #but if you write notes #its technically SCIENCE now! #this week #danny brought GAMES #game testing Au #RoFan games #otome games and ghost powers au #dp x dc #dc x dp

[sygol]

the reality of being born an addict, is that i am not like this because of some moral or spiritual failing. it is not necessarily a precipitate of trauma or abuse. and it is not something i can fully "escape" or "transcend". as being me involves being a network of interworking cells that make up my body which contain organs such as my brain, and this thing that pulses and writhes in my skull is simply structured in such a way that is referred to by the scientific community as being, "retarded". this is not really important to me personally though, i just am naturally inclined to be an "obsessor", a psychopath, a lover for the extremes, a monster, the sorts of qualities that makes a "demon"..

not everyone is born an addict; not everyone is born a demon. some are arranged this way as a result of unresolved stress, or pain, or a lack of fulfillment in their environments. and this last part may seem to hint at the idea that, if the addict is fulfilled or placed into the right alignment of circumstances, they will cease to be "an addict", but the reality of this is, that some people, by default, just cannot be fulfilled in a way that is, by popular ontology, seen as "normal", "healthy", or even "feasible", within the society. because ultimately... these are all just words made up to map types of behaviors within a cultural zeitgeist that hint at the limits constrained by existing within a structure, perceived or corporeal.

the best i can do in the world i find myself in, is to try to keep my obsessions from destroying me. to try to surround myself with as many healthy things and fulfilling people as i can. to arm myself with skills and strategies to keep myself in check. to organize help and support for myself through my connections and community..

this is all a lot of work for someone who is a mentally deranged, someone who struggles with basic bodily function, like eating and sleeping. ill be real: inevitably.. i slip up, i falter, and i fuck up. and i just want to say "WOW this really sucks." sometimes it's a really awful spiral, and sometimes i feel helpless; like i have no control over my own impulse, mind, or life.

but i dont let these times get me down too hard, because i always intend to live my life as full as i can i can have it, i plan and attempt to avoid stagnation as much as i can, and try to pull myself out of any pit i stumble down into. i seek to channel my energies into as many diverging outlets of art, magic, social connection, games, work, exercise, learning, and curiosities as i can..

and sometimes, i get some drugs, because in this body and world, i will always be an addict. and i will always deserve to give myself a little relief from the suffering of being "constantly ravenous"; "insatiable", "unfulfilled" it is medicinal for an "aversive physiological baseline state", whichever way it wants to be framed, i am trying to be as good of a girl as i can.

there are many like me who are less abled in describing or managing their struggles, and i write this for anyone who finds even a sliver of themselves nestled into the spaces between my words, because i love you. and i need you to know that its not your fault, all you can do is try your best, please dont let these labels define you or confine you, try everything you can to be your truest and happiest self.

#p2 #r2

[ljh-writing-blog]

Batmom #2 - Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson was and is a force of nature. Brought to Bruce, and by extension yourself, as a child of only eight years old through suffering and death you felt yourself a kindred spirit. You were at Haley’s Circus that night, Bruce thought it would be a wonderful date. The night ended in tragedy, a stunt “gone wrong”. You only hoped the energies of the oldest Flying Graysons were at rest.

The worst part of the night was feeling everyone’s fear in the tent. Dick’s fear stood out to you, it was the strongest and you felt the immediate need to rid it from his small self. You didn’t hesitate to jump out of the stands and find him in the chaos. You made Bruce pull some strings so you could take him home, you didn’t care how but the boy was coming with you. You couldn’t, you wouldn’t, leave him alone to some foster facility for however long it would take to find him placement. You would convince Bruce to take him in, if he didn’t you’d find your own apartment and care for him yourself. Diana always wanted more girl time and you knew she loved kids. All these contingencies ran through your head as you held him close, picking him up and taking him out of the tent. Taking him away from the horror and blood that stained the tent that night.

Bruce wasn’t the best father, truthfully he wasn’t much of a father in the early years. Alfred had been a big help and you stepped up to fill the mother figure role in his life. You stopped fighting crime on the daily, only joining the battle field when absolutely necessary. You had a few shifts at the Watchtower weekly but made sure they were while Dick was at school. You refused to let him sit in his grief alone, it wasn’t healthy. At times you overwhelmed him, he was so full of desolation and rage your love made him sick. He reminded you constantly you weren’t his mother, “My mother is dead! You’re just an expensive wanna-be replacement!” His words damaged your heart at times but you never let it show, not to him at least. Alfred spent many nights baking and drinking tea with you while you both discussed the day’s events. Sometimes it was just a few tears you both pretended not to notice, others it was much more difficult. The first year had been the hardest for all of you.

You weren’t sure if Dick finding the Batcave’s Grandfather Clock entrance was the worst thing that ever happened to your family or the best: it brought your boys closer, you and Bruce started talking again, it allowed Dick to move past his anger and grief, it also allowed him to embrace his trapeze skills and think of them positively instead of the negative left behind. Your son becoming Robin was probably the best thing for his mental health at the time. But it also brought bruises, cuts, concussions, forged doctors notes, and small bouts of what Bruce called a “Napoleon Complex”. It brought pain and death right back to your doorstep in ways you never thought possible.

When Dick found out you were a superhero, with what he liked to refer to as magic, he went crazy. He demanded a talent show and to see you in your suit. You indulged if only to see his smiles, he could light up a room with his grin. Using your mutation to lift him in the air sure wasn’t what he was expecting but it was definitely cool. Once you donned your suit Dick recognized you, his next request filled you with dread. “Y/N your powers are so cool! Can you show me my deepest fear? It’d be really cool to know…” He began rambling as you felt a pit form in your stomach. You never want to use those parts of your powers on anyone you love, especially the boy you live for. Bruce, who had been watching your little fashion show, recognized you tensing up and took over the conversation. “That’s enough for today, Chum. Your mother has had a long day and she’s very tired.” It was the first time Dick hadn’t objected to you being referred to as his mother. That day started a new chapter for your family.

Dick Grayson is a force of nature but you couldn’t imagine your eldest son any other way.

#batboys #batman #batmom imagine #batmom reader #batmom x bruce wayne #batmom!reader #bruce wayne #dick grayson #child!dick grayson #batfam x batmom #bruce wayne x batmom #the batman #batfam x reader #batmom x justice league #batmom #bruce wayne x reader #scarlet witch batmom #batmom2

[authenticyuri]

Listen I know I know, referring to Laios’s party as found family isn’t breaking new grounds but like. Can I talk about how literally everyone in the main cast has been ostracized or othered throughout their life and how they can form connections with each other despite their differences and how they don’t belong anywhere else but they actively want to stick together?

The Touden twins have never belonged in their family or with their peers. Laios’s fascination with monsters and low people skills are obviously the main traits that lead people to find him and his interests weird and creepy and cause them to have inaccurate and exaggerated views of how he acts in their head. Whenever people don’t outright tell him how weird he is they always pretend to be his friends while secretly hating him and acting passive aggressively towards him. Even when his knowledge and skills are put on full display and are actively useful, people are still on the fence about him as a whole and don’t take any time to understand him, constantly insisting he’s a freak and an idiot.

Falin was never understood by her parents because of her magical abilities and didn’t fit in at all at her academy. Others always saw her as the weird, muddy, quiet, irresponsible girl in their class, and while she never payed much attention to how others perceived her, it still left her completely isolated from others, until she met Marcille.

Chilchuck faces discrimination from other races constantly looking down on him (in more ways than one) and seeing him as literally disposable. He developed trust issues around others and tried to overcompensate by acting dryly and being as profesional as possible, but it does nothing to deter people from seeing him as a child and underestimating him.

Marcille’s huge age gap and irregular aging from others has made her feel completely isolated from everyone around her since her childhood. She is looked down upon by high and mighty elves who don’t see her as an equal due to being a mixed race. Her interests in ancient magic actively creep out her party members and everyone else who can only see it as the illegal and dangerous “dark arts.” She’s never been able to meet anyone else like her and feels isolated due to no one else having to bear and therefore never being able to understand her situation and frustrations.

Senshi was seen as an inconvenience in the original party he was a part of. Out of the main cast, he probably suffered the most traumatic circumstances and hasn’t been able to overcome that lingering dread in the back of his mind for years. He explored the dungeon in complete solitude for many years while never going out of his way to meet new people until he met Laios’s party. He is someone who uses his interests to try and connect with the people around him but people are unable to see that due to just finding him a weird man who lives in the dungeon and is obsessed with cooking.

Izutsumi never being properly raised and given love by anybody and seen as a freak because of her curse to be a beastkin, to the point she convinced herself that getting rid of her curse is the one thing that would finally make her happy. She’s never formed a close genuine connection with anyone and understood the concept of relationships as give and take.

Many or all of the preconceived biases each individual character faced are still present when it comes to how they view each other, and yet, despite it all, they are still sticking around, regardless of how many opportunities they had to leave. It’s how Chilchuck put himself in harms way despite not being strong and how he finally opened himself up to these people. How Senshi always stuck around to provide food for the others and help them along their journey, and come to accept different ways of doing things or understanding the world because of them. How Marcille ate every single meal she was served despite constantly showing hesitation, and she kept going despite how many times it seemed like they would never make it out or accomplish their goal. How Izutsumi learned that sometimes it’s necessary to do things you don’t like for the sake of other people, and she stuck around cause she knew they needed her, despite her not needing them. How Laios did gain a positive outlook on humanity and betrayed his instincts to save and protect the people he cares about. And about how Falin, after years of eating all by herself, was finally able to share a delicious meal with other people.

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #I just love them waughhhhh #laios touden #falin touden #chilchuck tims #marcille donato #senshi of izganda #izutsumi #rem talks #analysis

[batneko]

A "wicked enchantress" is running around inflicting people with fairy-tale-inspired curses. Peach's castle gets hit with a Sleeping Beauty curse, and the usual solution doesn't work so Mario and Luigi go chasing down the enchantress.

They catch up easily enough, but she blasts Mario with a spell that turns him into a wolf in a red hoodie. Luigi has just enough time to think "wait a minute, Little Red Riding Hood isn't about a curse," before he's zapped with a "Cinderella" curse. He's stuck in a green ballgown and masquerade mask that won't come off.

Of course, that doesn't bother him much, and turning Mario into a wolf only gave him natural weapons, so they kick the enchantress's butt for a few rounds before she runs away.

Meanwhile, Bowser's castle was hit with a Beauty and the Beast curse... while Bowser wasn't home, meaning Junior is now stuck as a beast and honestly having a great time. The servants are pretty unhappy though and it'll be a pain having Junior shed all over everything (and privately Bowser feels bad he wasn't there to protect everyone, plus kissing Junior's newly-fluffy head didn't break the curse which makes Bowser terrified that he doesn't fully love his son and really is as selfish as people say) so he sets out to find whoever did this and rip them apart.

Soon thereafter he runs into what appears to be a princess with very cool taste in pets, and can't resist turning on the charm.

Luigi would have cleared up the misunderstanding right away, except Bowser is so bad at being charming that it loops around to actually being charming. Telling him who he is after flirting back would just make things awkward and maybe get Luigi set on fire. And Mario, despite lacking thumbs or proper vocal chords, is making it extremely clear that he doesn't approve of Bowser and "Princess Emerald" getting too close. Better to cooperate until they find the enchantress and high-tail it out of there as soon as she's defeated.

Unfortunately it turns out the curse still follows Cinderella rules, so at midnight the ballgown disappears and Bowser finds out after all. He's just as pissed as Luigi was afraid he'd be. There's some fire breath tossed around. But he's more embarrassed than anything else, and the fact that he's the only one without a curse (and that the "dog" is actually Mario) cheers him up enough that he decides to stick it out as part of the team.

He doesn't admit that he'd really started to like Princess Emerald in the afternoon they spent together. She was nice. She listened to him. She laughed at his jokes. And he can admit he's got a thing for big blue eyes. The fact that all those traits are the same whether Luigi's in a dress or in overalls is not one he wants to think about.

(The curse affects Luigi from noon to midnight so he still gets mornings to look like himself. Honestly it wouldn't be bad at all except a ballgown isn't very practical and Luigi's mildly offended that the curse also shaves him.)

So they go on, Bowser tries not to flirt, Luigi tries not to fall for his flirting, they both fail and wolf!Mario suffers.

Eventually they do catch up with the enchantress (probably after a lot of other curse-induced fairy tale shenanigans) and try to fight her. The gang is winning when she suddenly blasts Bowser with something that seems to kill him outright. Luigi, devastated, kisses him before getting up to keep fighting.

The enchantress sees this and goes, "Eewww!"

Turns out she's a little girl who got her hands on a powerful magic artifact. True Love's Kiss didn't break any of the curses because she's seven and kissing's gross! Now that they know she's a child (and that Bowser is just sleeping like Snow White) Mario and Luigi are reluctant to fight at full strength. Instead Luigi distracts her with his pretty pretty princess accessories, so Mario can dash in with wolf speed and steal the artifact.

Bowser is extremely confused when he wakes up, saying something about a weird dream he had, but all the curses are broken and everyone can go home. Problem solved. Definitely no lingering feelings and awkward secrets.

Definitely nobody is going to keep thinking about that teary goodbye kiss when Luigi thought Bowser was dead...

#bowuigi #luigi #bowser #super mario bros #luwser #bowigi #bowser x luigi #bowluigi #luigi x bowser #free idea #batfics #kinda #long post #green shell

[forever-rogue]

I don’t know if you’re still taking requests, but I love your nurse!Steve fics and there’s something I wanted to suggest.

I would love to see a nurse!Steve fic where reader knows Steve has had a tough week and has been helping out (taking care of the house and of him) but at the end of the week she’s sent home from work because she caught a nasty stomach bug that’s been going around. She hopes to magically get over it by the time Steve gets home and (obviously) fails and Steve insists on taking care of her even though she feels guilty. She tries to downplay it even though she’s throwing up and Steve doesn’t understand why.

Thank you for your fics <3 they bring people so much joy ❤️

AN | Okay, but this is me too - I’d rather feel like death and do things for myself than ask for help. But Stevie won’t let his best girl suffer, no matter what 🥺 This can be read as a companion piece to the below but also as a stand alone!

Warnings | Mild Language

Pairing | Nurse!Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.1k

Masterlist | Steve, Main, Nurse Steve

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You’d seen about ten coworkers in the office leave early at various times this week due to falling ill. It was that wonderful time of year when something was inevitably going around and everyone was going through it, one by one. Immune systems were down and any sickness took full opportunity to strike. 

Given that, you shouldn’t have been surprised when it finally hit you. It appeared to be slowly working its way through to everyone at the office and you were the next unlucky volunteer. It started off with the classical sore and scratchy throat, followed by a headache, followed by an aching body, and then a wave of exhaustion. This was most definitely not good. Once your stomach started feeling off you knew that you were getting sick. And apparently you’d looked the part; your boss sent you home in the middle of the day when she decided that you seemed in desperate need of rest. 

You’d reluctantly agreed, knowing you didn’t have a choice. What you didn’t do, however, was call Steve and tell him what was going on. There was no way in hell that you were about to tell your overly caring, overly protective nurse husband that you weren’t feeling well. You knew that he’d drop everything as soon as you told, that him he’d leave work and rush home to you. And really, there was no need for him to do any of that. You’d be right as rain in a few hours - and that meant you weren’t going to worry Steve. 

And on top of it all, you weren’t about to add a single thing to Steve’s plate that you didn’t need to. He’d been working so incredibly hard at work, long hours with little thanks, on top of all the things he did at home. He really was an amazing man, always giving, giving, giving, and never asking for anything. But you wanted to give back to him, and tried to do as much as you could. 

Since you suddenly had half a day to yourself, you decided that you’d make use of your time. You were going to tidy up around the house, do all the laundry, and make dinner and dessert. That way Steve had a nice hot meal to come home to along with a clean house. Maybe you’d even convince him to take a bath with you to end the night on a calm note. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The house was quiet when you entered it, peaceful but that was quickly interrupted when a sudden coughing fit overwhelmed. Things were going downhill really fast. That was no matter, however, you were determined. You changed out of your work clothes and flipped into a pair of joggers and an old sweater of Steve’s before tossing the discarded items into the hamper and dragging the whole thing into the garage to start the first load.

Once the washer was going, you trudged back inside and grabbed a few cleaning supplies. You started off at the back of the house, giving the spare room a quick dusting (the very same one you hoped would one day be a nursery) before moving onto your bedroom. Luckily, the two of you were both fairly neat and tidy people so it really didn’t take much to get back into shape. By the time you reached the guest bathroom, your body was slowly getting more achy and tired, and you were definitely slowing down. 

 You made yourself push through it and eventually made it into the kitchen after switching over the laundry. 

“What to make?” you asked aloud to yourself, silently groaning at how bad your throat felt and you sounded. Reaching into the fridge, you grabbed a bottle of water and downed almost half of it in one go. Maybe that would help, although in the long run you knew where this was heading. You reached into the pantry and grabbed out some pasta and gathered up ingredients for sauce; that was something easy enough to make and delicious. 

Puttering around the kitchen you got everything going before making some brownies for dessert. Nothing fancy, but there was some leftover ice cream that would pair well with it. By the time the laundry was put away and finished, and dinner and dessert was ready, you were feeling completely drained. Steve would be home soon, but you decided that there was enough time to take a little bit of a rest. 

You sat down on the couch and grabbed one of the big fluffy blankets, curling up under it as you turned on the TV to the news. And then, after sitting for less than five minutes, you were fast asleep, head lulled to the side as you curled up and snored lightly. Your body had definitely won the fight with this one.

-─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Sweetheart?” His voice was gentle but sounded distant. You felt something on your shoulder but couldn’t find it within yourself to open your eyes, “honey?”

“Hmmm?” it was then that you recognized it as Steve’s voice. Your favorite voice. A smile pulled across your face and you heard your husband tut softly at you. 

“Angel?” a gentle brush of a thumb over your cheek had you leaving into his touch, “you gonna wake up or am I going to have to tickle you?”

You peeked an eye open at the fond little threat and shook your head. He relaxed when he saw that you were awake, his own smile breathtaking, “no, please, have mercy on me!”

Steve’s smile quickly turned into a frown when he heard how terrible you sounded. And let’s be honest here - you sounded horrible. Almost as bad as you felt, “oh honey, honey. You’re sick.”

“No,” you pouted at him but he wasn’t buying it, “‘m fine, Stevie. Just a little tired.”

“You’re not fine, honey,” he brushed a few rogue locks of hair behind your ears, before kissing your forehead, “guess everyone else being sick finally caught up to you, huh?”

“Nuh uh,” you were feeling particularly stubborn today.

“Why didn’t you call me?” he asked, but you thought it was obvious, “I would have come and could have taken care of you.”

“That’s why I didn’t call,” your throat felt parched, eyes dry and heavy, “I’m okay - I can handle it. Don’t want you to have to take care of me, Stevie. You work so hard and you’ve been so busy, you don’t need me to worry about it.”

“I work hard,” he acknowledged softly “but so do you. And on top of that, it’s not like it’s a chore - not when it’s you.”

“But-”

“But nothing,” he placed a gentle finger over your lips, giving you the sweetest and most gentle expression, “you’re going to rest, relax, and get better, and I will take care of you.”

“Steve,” his name was squished out against your lips which caused him to laugh slightly.

“I wasn’t aware that I left it to open for discussion,” he teased, “because it’s not. Husband and Nurse’s orders.”

“You’re never going to let this go, are you?” but you loved him. You loved him so very much that sometimes it felt like it was going to make your heart burst. You never knew you could love someone so much - until you met Steve. 

“Not a chance,” he whispered softly, “come on, let me make some dinner and then get you a hot bath.”

“I already made dinner,” a sheepish expression crossed your features as he chuckled softly, “and dessert. I, umm…I got sent home early from work and decided to use the free time to cook and clean.”

“Honey,” you playfully grabbed the blanket and pulled it over your face, a silly little attempt to hide from him. He waited a few seconds before he took the edge of it and pulled it away to reveal your face, “you’re telling me you got sent home from work and instead of taking care of yourself, you cooked and cleaned.”

“Yes?” you shrugged sheepishly as he sighed lightly, filled with nothing but reverent adoration. 

“I adore you beyond words,” he placed soft kisses to your forehead, cheeks, and nose, before stopping at your lips, “stubborn, silly, clumsy girl.”

“No kisses,” you pouted, “don’t wanna get you sick too.”

“Well, I’ve already been exposed to it by being around you,” he mused thoughtfully, “and I work in a busy hospital; at some point I’m bound to catch something, but we’ll save that worry for another day.”

You couldn’t help but throw your arms around his neck and pull him into your body, “I love you so much, Stevie. So, so much.”

“I love you too,” you could feel the smile on his lips as he pressed a kiss to your temple, “now, come on. Let’s eat and then we’ll relax, yeah?”

“Yes please.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Alright,” Steve was perched at the edge of the tub, making sure the water was perfectly warm to how you liked it and filled with the lavender scented bubbles, “I believe that this is a perfect bath. C’mere.”

You took a few steps closer to him, and he stood up, deft hands moving to strip off your clothing. You were like putty in his hands, letting him pull the sweater from your frame, lifting your arms so he could toss the article on the floor. He followed suit with your joggers, gently pulling them down your legs along with your panties; a shiver ran down your spine at the sudden chill and he quickly helped you to get into the tub. 

He helped you to settle into the water, playfully blowing some of the bubbles at you. Before he could pull away, you wrapped your fingers around his wrist and looked up at him with the best puppy dog eyes you could muster up, “join me? Please?”

“You know I can never say no to you,” he took your hand and pressed a reverent kiss to your knuckles. He made quick work of discarding his clothes and tossing them into the pile with yours. He stepped in the water and sighed blissfully at the feeling of the warm water surrounding his tired body. He sat down across from you so he could see your pretty face, his legs surrounding yours, “ it should be a crime to be sick and still look this beautiful, you know.”

“Steve,” your entire face flushed with warmth as it was your turn to blow some bubbles at him, “you’re such a flatterer!”

“I’m a truther,” he insisted, giving your leg a soft squeeze. You shook your head fondly before lying against the back of the tub and looking at your husband. He did the same as you, both of you watching each other softly, “I love you, you know.”

“You love me?” you feigned shock, but let’s be honest, you really loved hearing it, “I’m shocked. I had no clue that Steve Harrington, the most wonderful, sweet, amazing, smart, and sexy man, loved me.”

“You’re such a brat,” he laughed, a pretty flush of pink welling up in his cheeks, “you shouldn’t be talking that much either, it’s only going to irritate your throat further. But you think I’m sexy, huh?”

“Stevie, you know you’re sexy. You’re so hot it hurts,,” you tried your best not to sound too croaky, as he beamed at you, “and I can’t help it. I always wanna talk to you!”

“I know baby,” he whispered, pretty smile on display, “we’ll just be quiet for a while, huh? And just so you know, I think you’re very sexy too, and beautiful, and smart, and everything.”

“Fine.”

“C’mere,” he gently moved towards you, pulling you into his arms as he settled under you and you rested on top of him. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “just relax. I’ve got you, okay? I’ve always got you.”

“I love you,” you closed your eyes and relaxed into him, giving his hand a tight squeeze, “so much.”

“I love you, angel,” he promised, “clumsy, stubbornness and all.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #joe keery #joe keery x you #joe keery x reader #st #nurse!steve

[igelmanz]

A new lipstick

Words: 1694

Rating: T

Summary: A soft morning for our lovelies and a new lipstick that causes delight for Larissa and trouble for the reader.

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Seeing Larissa doing her routine in the morning, already half done every time when you were just starting to get ready for the day, was a special part of your day. She looked magical, hair down, face bare of makeup.

You were proud to say that you were one of the few people she would let this close to her, show her vulnerability. Larissa had at some point in your relationship confided in you, confirming your suspicion that this image she had created, that perfect hairdo, the flawless makeup, the daily erasure of all her imperfections and little flaws was like armor for her. She felt naked without it, wrong almost. She had been made to feel that way by the people in her past, and those words and actions, she had told you, stuck with her. So the fact that she was now sitting in front of the mirror, making eye contact with you, smiling as she was just getting ready, meant so much to you.

Of course, Larissa, being a shapeshifter, could just make use of her ability, and you asked her once why she didn’t, getting the impression that the woman would do anything to save time, always seeming stressed and tired out. It turned out that this was just another necessary way for her to bring some well needed structure into her day. You remembered thinking how much sense this statement had made to you, it just seemed so like her to need that kind of stability, which was understandable, especially considering her job. You worked at Nevermore as well, your job as a teacher was stressful enough, and if there was one thing you knew, it was that you did not want to be the head of the institution.

You often struggled to understand how Larissa could handle all of that, all the tasks and responsibilities, especially since she refused to take breaks and was notoriously bad at taking proper care of herself. It only made you admire her more but it also lead you to be very concerned for her. You had seen how bad it could get, especially on those particularly exhausting days when Wednesday was once again on a mission to make the blonde’s life a living hell. You did like her, she was a smart girl but you would at some point have to have a stern conversation with her about the way she chose to express that apparent desire to make your wive suffer as much as possible and what it did to the woman.

But now, you were blessed with an entirely different view, and you wished it would stay this way. The soft smiles, the light humming coming from across the room, it was pure domestic bliss which you sought to enjoy now before the tiredness would return to Larissa’s eyes, a constant frown displayed on her face.

You got up from the table you had been sitting at, sipping your coffee without which you knew you would not be able to function properly. You lazily trailed over to the blonde who was still sitting in the same place, now applying her signature red lipstick. You came up behind her, laying your hands on her shoulders. Her eyes found yours in the mirror and even after so many years, you felt like you were about to melt under her watchful gaze. It always amazed you how she could make you feel all these things, awake all of these warm, fuzzy feelings in you.

You lowered your head, connecting your lips with her neck, which was not covered by her silver waves anymore, and pressed feather light kisses there. You heard Larissa’s breath hitch, earning a smile from you. It seemed like you hadn’t lost your touch either after all those years. You loved her little reactions to your displays of affection. Since Larissa wasn’t really a fan of pda, you had limited those to your shared apartment, but once you were alone, you made sure to make it clear just how much you loved her.

Your kisses moved to the blonde’s jaw and just as you had turned her head more in your direction with the full intention of finally pressing your lips to hers, you noticed something. It was in fact not her signature red lipstick. Similar, yes, but not quite the same. You remembered that Larissa had gone out to buy a new lipstick weeks ago since her old one was almost empty and she just wanted to make sure she had one for when it eventually ran out. You remembered how upset she was when she came home that day, going on a rant about her signature lipstick being discontinued and just how awful it was that she would have to find a new one now. For anyone else, this behavior might have seemed overdramatic but you knew how desperately Larissa clung to routine and how hard it was for her to deal with changes, especially those that affected her personally, be it as small as a lipstick.

It was different but it looked beautiful nonetheless and you wanted her to know it.

„You look stunning, the new lipstick suits you so well.“, you whispered before pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, delighting in the light blush that appeared on her cheeks.

„You like it?“, she asked, sounding unsure like she hadn’t made up her mind about it yet.

You nodded enthusiastically, grinning wide, causing her to chuckle. You stared in wonder as she laughed so freely, not holding herself back like she usually did. Your eyes roamed her body in the mirror. Oh, how beautiful she was. Like a goddess you wanted to do nothing more than devote yourself to.

The laughter died down as she noticed your eyes wandering, the love in your eyes making her feel warm inside. As your eyes met hers in the mirror once again, you snapped out of your trance, noticing that you had been caught staring. The knowing smirk on Larissa’s face made heat rise in your cheeks. Well… who could blame you? She was art and was art not made to be experienced, to be looked at?

„Do you want to try it?“, her voice interrupted your train of thought.

„What?“, you asked, the tone of your voice proving that you had absolutely no idea what she was talking about, nor had you been paying attention, your thoughts entirely occupied with the woman in front of you.

Larissa was amused at how obvious you were and just how much of a distraction she seemingly posed for you. It felt nice to be wanted, so utterly loved.

„The lipstick, darling, do you want to try it?“

„Sure.“, you said, smiling. You loved it when she shared her things with you, no matter what it was.

You waited patiently for her to hand you the tube and she seemed to think about her course of action for a few seconds before she once again made eye contact with you through the mirror. You saw a mischievous glint appear in her eyes, leaving you to wonder just what it was that she had planned. You weren’t left in the dark for long, stepping back a little when Larissa started to rise from the chair, turning to face you and towering over you. She had the tube in her hand and you fully expected her to just give it to you but she did no such thing, rather applying another coat on her own lips and stepping closer to you.

„What are you doing, Lar- hmmpf“., you were cut off by her hands grabbing the material of your shirt, pulling you closer and her lips crashing into yours. The initial surprise vanished, as did seemingly every rational thought in your head, your mind once again completely occupied with the woman who was kissing you senseless. Her hands started roaming your body and she used the moan you let out as a chance to slip her tongue into your mouth. She was consuming you, and you would gladly offer yourself up to her, willingly giving to her what she wanted to take from you.

As you felt her mouth moving against yours, again and again, you forgot about why it was actually happening in the first place, so when she pulled away and started laughing as she took in the results of her work, you were beyond confused. That was before you noticed the lipstick smeared all over her face.

„Oh.“, you deadpanned, before trying to get a good look of your own face in the mirror, causing a new round of laughter to come from Larissa.

You didn’t look much better, it looked quite ridiculous if you were honest. Nevertheless, the sight of your flushed skin, marked all over by the woman you loved, was one you quite enjoyed. You almost didn’t want to wash the lipstick off, but you had classes to teach and you doubted that your students would like to witness you in this state. However, when you tried to wipe away the red on your face, you immediately noticed that there was one problem.

„Fuck, Larissa, it stains!“, you groaned, burying your head in your hands.

The blonde seemed even more delighted at this new revelation, the laughter only intensifying as you desperately tried to get rid of the marks all over your face.

„Oh quit laughing, it’s not like you look any better right now. Look, you will have to redo your whole makeup.“, you said, fondness mixing in with the initial frustration. You just couldn’t be upset when Larissa was so unguarded, so openly joyful.

„Well, my dear,“, said, the mischievous glint returning to her eyes „you forget…“, she trailed off as the marks began to disappear, the lipstick returning to its immaculate state.

„You cheater!“, you exclaimed, feigning outrage.

She just threw her head back, chuckling as she made her way to the door. Opening it, she looked back, throwing you an air kiss. „See you later, darling.“, she said before adding with a smirk „That color does look marvelous on you though.“

#larissa weems x reader #wednesday #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie x reader #gwendoline christie #larissa weems #wlw #lesbian #fluff #oneshot #x reader

[nellasbookplanet]

Book recs: merpeople

Everything from pretty, magical sirens and selkies to eldritch monstrosities and murderous, scientifically plausible fish-people, merpeople as a whole have a special allure and surprising versatility to them. Allow me to share with you some books!

(Also, did you know that a lot of mermaid books are very queer? If not, you're about to find out!)

Continue under the readmore for details and my thoughts on the books!

Other book rec posts:

Really cool fantasy worldbuilding

Really cool sci-fi worldbuilding

Dark sapphic romances

Vampire books

The Shape of Water by Guillermo del Toro & Daniel Krauss

Surely this one needs no introduction on tumblr dot com, the monsterfucker site? In 1960s America, Elisa works as a cleaner in a government laboratory when a strange fish creature is brought in to be studied, and an immediate connection sparks between the two.

Black Sun (Between Earth and Sky trilogy) by Rebecca Roanhorse

This isn't so much a mermaid book as a fantasy book in which one of the main characters is of merpeople heritage. In a pre-columbian inspired world, sea captain Xiala travels with a mysterious scarred passenger toward a dangerous goal. Also features bisexual and nonbinary leads!

Ice Massacre (Mermaids of Eriana Kwai trilogy) by Tiana Warner

Young Adult. A small island is forced to defend itself against intruding forces of vicious mermaids. As all men trying to fight them get lured in by their siren song, a ship filled with warrior girls is sent instead. However one of them, Meela, had a complicated past with one of the mermaids, which is brought back to life when the two reunite on the battlefield. Sapphic romance. This one is also available as an ongoing webcomic.

Into the Drowning Deep by Mira Grant

A research vessel heads towards the Mariana Trench in search of answers of what happened to a ship which mysteriously lost all its crew some time earlier. In the deep dark, something intelligent and hungry awaits them. Very much mermaids of the horror variety. Sequel to a novella. Also contains a sapphic romance, however that is a pretty small part of the plot as a whole.

Our Bloody Pearl (These Treacherous Tides series) by D.N. Bryn

A siren who's been held captive by a pirate is freed, but too injured to survive on their own as their tail has become paralyzed. Another pirate captain decides to help them out and has to work to win their trust. Fairly fluffy and light on worldbuilding and plot (though there is a bit of a revenge story in there), with a focus on character and recovery. m/nb romance with an asexual love interest.

The Deep by Rivers Solomon

Novella. Yetu holds the memories of her people, descendants of pregnant African slave women who were thrown overboard, a past forgotten by everyone but her. But holding the memories alone is slowly destroying her, and she flees to the surface. A look at inter-generational trauma and the scars it leaves.

The Mermaid's Daughter by Ann Claycomb

A continuation on the classical fairy tale. Kathleen, up and coming opera singer, has suffered from a lifelong and unexplainable stabbing pain in her feet. As both her mother and grandmother died from suicide, possibly due to a similar condition, Kathleen's girlfriend convinces her to try and find out more of her family history. More of a magical realism than a full on fantasy (with a lot of focus on the intricacies of opera) but very beautiful.

Winter Tide by Ruthanna Emrys

Lovecraftian fishpeople! Aphra and her brother are the only survivors after the government raided their home, Innsmouth. Their only living family are the amphibian people of the deep, whom they will one day join, but until then they are bound to land where they struggle to build new lives for themselves after the great loss of their home and loved ones. Then rumors start to spread of a russian agent seeking dangerous and ancient magic, forcing Aphra to involve herself as they try to stop it. Does contain horror elements but is generally a much more optimistic look on cosmic horror than most lovecraftian stories, told from the perspective of one of his monsters. Lots of focus on found family and rebuilding of community. Asexual main character (however I don't think that becomes in-text confirmed until the sequel).

Eelgrass by Tori Curtis

When Bettan, a selkie, has her skin stolen by a man and gets forced into marriage, her best friend Efa is determined to save her. The other selkies however refuse to help, and so Efa seek out the help of dangerous mermaids in the hopes of rescuing her friend. Atmospheric and beautiful, with a very nice balance of platonic love between friends and a (sapphic) romance, both portrayed as equally important.

The Moon and the Sun by Vonda N. McIntyre

You can't go wrong with a Vonda McIntyre novel just, like, in general. This one is set in 17th century France, where a young woman and her brother travel to live at the royal court, where they are to care for and study a strange captured sea monster fabled to have the ability to grant eternal life. A lot of focus on court politics as well as the cultural and biological differences between the humans and the mermaid. Also available as a movie (but it's not very good, please just read the book).

Sommaren 1985 by John Ajvide Lindqvist

Including this on the list feels a little mean because it's not yet available in english, but all of the author's other works have been translated (fun fact, he's the writer of internationally acclaimed vampire novel Let the Right One In!) so odds are this one will be as well. It follows a group of young teens in 1985 finding a mermaid tied up on a beach and hiding her in a bathtub in a shed. While the mermaid is important, it's more of a coming-of-age story with few supernatural elements. The author generally writes horror, and while I wouldn't classify this as such it certainly has an ominous atmosphere throughout. Gay main character but no romance (other than sideplots involving other characters).

The Girl from the Sea by Molly Knox Ostertag

Young adult graphic novel. Morgan, a young girl living on an island, meets a selkie with whom she quickly sparks a connection. But Morgan has yet to tell anyone about her feelings about girls, and the selkie has secret motives of her own as to why she chose to come on land. Sapphic romance with enviromental themes. Very pretty art.

Bonus AKA I haven't read these yet but they seem really cool

The Mermaid the Witch and the Sea by Maggie Tokuda-Hall

Young adult sapphic fantasy featuring not only mermaids but also pirates!

Out of the Blue by Jason June

A young merperson must leave the sea to undergo a coming-of-age journey - and risk getting stuck on land forever.

Teeth by Hannah Moskowitz

A boy living on an isolated island befriends a merperson with dangerous secrets.

Honorary mentions AKA these didn't quite work for me but maybe you guys will like them:

The Seafarer's Kiss by Julia Ember (sapphic little mermaid retelling from Ursula's perspective), Weird Fishes by Rae Mariz (enviromental novella), The Fate of Stars by S.D. Simper (fantasy, sapphic enemies to lovers)

#next week will be vampires! #nella talks books #book recs #mermaids

[eviesaurusrex]

Harry Styles x fem!reader

Faceclaim: Dakota Johnson

author’s note: my first social media au thingy I ever published, so please be gentle with me, thank youuuuuuu. short note: whoisharry is Harry’s top secret private account and please imagine some face masks on the picture of Dakota at a concert. I couldn’t find another one!

part 2 here

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yourinstagram sitting here, watching planes leaving their parking spots for take-off, and hoping my own plane will magically leave as well. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t look like it. #whyalwaysme

Liked by harrystyles, imsebastianstan, gemmastyles, chrishemsworth and 39,205 others | 7,852 comments

chrishemsworth I wish I could say it surprises me - but it doesn’t.

↳ yourinstagram Not. Funny.

↳ paulrudd Actually, it is quite funny.

↳ yourinstagram Shut up, Paul Rude.

gemmastyles Nooooo 🥺

↳ yourinstagram YEEEEEES 🥲😭

yourfan1 Planes really don’t like you

hsfan1 Is she on her way to the Denver show????

↳ hsfan2 I HOPE SO!

imsebastianstan I would drive you if this country wouldn’t be so damn huge 🫠

↳ yourinstagram I am cursed 🥲🥲🥲

hsfan3 Harry liked her post within seconds. Best boyfriend material.

harrystyles Should I check for another flight? x H.

↳ yourinstagram Loooooove 🥺 Don’t have to. Get some sleep instead! I’ll manage over here just fine. 🎶But I would walk 500 miles And I would walk 500 more Just to be the woman who walked 1000 miles To fall down at your door🎶

↳ harrystyles ❤️

↳ yourfan2 She is a queen

↳ harrystylesforever Not sure if I’m jealous of him dating her or of her dating him. They are THE COUPLE

yourinstagram Good morning, Denver.

[📍Denver, CO]

Liked by yourfan1, annetwist, mitchrowland, harrystyles, jefezoff and 57,326 others | 8,530 comments

mitchrowland and I thought we would have to endure his silent suffering even longer

↳ pillowpersonpp +1 a question, though: are you a wizard? Because how did you get here???

↳ yourinstagram It’s a secret 🤫 No, seriously, it was just a teeny-tiny bit of luck and a considerable portion of my credit card and some name-dropping *cough*

↳ mitchrowland That’s my man’s girl!

yourfan1 SHE IS IN DENVER

↳ hsfan1 FOR THE SHOOOOOOW

↳ hsfan2 a reunion long overdue 🥺❤️

↳ ynandharry my parents are back together!!!

jefezoff Get your magician butt over here, so I finally have his full attention.

↳ yourinstagram Aye aye, sir! 💃🏽

harrystyles Breakfast is waiting for you, darling x H.

↳ hsfan3 ‘m not crying, nope.

↳ yourinstagram Did somebody ever tell you how perfect you are, H?

↳ hsfan3 Okay, I’m crying.

whoisharry I have my girl back.

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annetwist Feed her well!

↳ gemmastyles but she has an interesting taste. Tend to it!

↳ whoisharry …??? Do I have to understand those cryptic orders?

↳ yourinstagram No, they’re just being weird 🙄

jefezoff And there I was foolishly thinking he would stay for the meeting. I am disappointed!

↳ yourinstagram I’ll bring him back in 20 minutes, mr boss, sir! 🤷🏽‍♀️

↳ jefezoff Hmpf. He better be here by then. (❤️)

mitchrowland My dreamboat ❤️

↳ pillowpersonpp Our dreamboat.

harrystyles Love On Tour. Denver. September, 2021.

Liked by yourinstagram, gemmastyles, gemmachan, taylorswift and 11,758,322 others | 102,719 comments

yourinstagram I am so proud of you, my love 🥺❤️

↳ harrystyles Thank you for being here with me, darling x H. ❤️

↳ yourinstagram Always ❤️

↳ hsfan1 Stop. It. Don’t make me cry even more 😭

taylorswift What an amazing performance!

gemmastyles Proud of you, little brother ❤️

hsfan2 He is every-freaking-thing

ynandharry Still can’t believe it, but I met YN at the Denver show, and she was THE SWEETEST AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH. She hugged meeeee. I’ll never shower again. Maybe.

Liked by yourfan1, yourfan2, hsfan1 and 791 others | 143 comments

yourfan1 what did she saaaaaayyyyy

↳ ynandharry she asked if we (i was with a group of friends at the show) had fun and how we were doing, and she literally beamed the entire time! She looked so happy 🥺

↳ yourfan1 🥹❤️

yourfan2 gosh, she is prettier than ever before 😩

yourfan3 I’m so jealous?! I wanna meet her too 🥲

harrystylesforever Harry during his Denver show. His girlfriend (yourinstagram) was standing front and center, and made him smile and grin and laugh all the time. I never saw him this happy?! In your face, haters! Our man is his happiest self with this woman who sings along every single song ❤️

Liked by ynandharry, hsfan1, hsfan2, yourfan1, yourfan2 and 997 others | 244 comments

hsfan1 screaming crying lying on the floor

↳ hsfan2 +1

ynandharry They’re like my life goal

yourfan1 relationship goals

yourfan2 wedding when?

↳ hsfan3 imagine the wedding pictures 😭

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Thank you for reading! Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated <3

#harry styles fake social media #harry styles x reader #harry styles social media au #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x famous!reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #social media au #harry styles social media #harry styles instagram #harry styles instagram blurb #harry styles fluff #harry styles fake instagram #harry styles instagram au #harry styles instagram imagine #harry styles social media imagine #harry styles fanfic #harry styles au #harry styles fic #harry styles x you

[lapinlunairegames]

tag people you’d like to get to know better

tagged by @lifesupreme-if and @magiciansvoyage !

last song: CROW (カラス) by UPIKO (うぴ子) (though I will take this space to recommend Caesar on a TV Screen (Ides of March Version) by The Last Dinner Party! Fun fact: the font they use in the video is the same one I use for headings in Elsinore: After Hamlet! IM Fell English ftw)

currently watching: Detective Anna season 2! The 1890s Russian medium detective soap is extremely bingeable and I'm furious at Viktor Ivanovich and the fact that they gave all the women extremely modern-styled contours in this season. (Arlo the trailer for The Prince is making me FROTH AT THE MOUTH i am going to watch it as soon as I can, very much up my alley!!!! thank you thank you thank you for sharing)

three ships (in no particular order):

Florence Vassy x Svetlana Sergievsky, aka Queens: ships in the night, women from different worlds, disdain for the other's, shared suffering both imposed and of their own making.

The Evergiven - yes, yes, i hear you crying out for the Suez Canal. I hear you. I occasionally agree. What a beaut. My creative brand stems, at its heart, from recognising Shakespeare's hand in today's world. How could I not adore the Evergiven, doomed to a taste of love that destroys its own success? Every shipping journey in service of a greater happiness, at the price of never knowing an absoluted union again. Such a taste of suffering, as sugar atop two-day shipping.

Joesme - finding each other in every life. loving one another knowing that the tale is already written and that it does not end as happily as they would want for each other. Making that choice every time because the ecstasy is worth the agony. Francesca by Hozier. the occasional sprinkle of divine abstinence versus mortal hunger. what the mouth speaks against what the hand does.

favorite color: ice blue / wine-dark sea

currently consuming: London fog

first ship: honestly no idea, probably something from a magical girl show or a ballet lol

place of birth: a courtyard in the east of the celestial palace, west of the peach tree of immortality. I moved to the moon shortly before I started making IF

current location: Full disclosure I have been slowly filling this out over the course of like two and a half weeks lmao, but at the moment I started this draft: very brightly lit airport terminal

relationship status: depending on who you ask, either in a committed and questionably toxic sapphic relationship, a nontoxic one, or in a secret polycule

last movie: dune (part one)

currently working on: JSST (<- acronym for secret project) & Cherry Cola Mezzanine (tentative working title)

tagging: i'm getting to this quite late, so i'm not sure who's been tagged already...anyone who'd like to is more than welcome to jump in! @gamesbyalbie @allieebobo @defiledtomb @thesophiades @manonamora-if @phaedraismyusername if you feel so inclined, darling friends

#jinx.txt #Tamber I'm SCREAMING about the ships section. SCREAMING I tell you!!!!! whimpering #also Arlo YES the new trigun is very good (the designs alone are Fantastic) and I highly recommend #@gonchgirlies that font is also what I used for the lore documents lol

[weirdraccoon]

Another idea if you're interested 💕.

Praticamente il seguito di un'idea già realizzata.

MC e Sebastian hanno un appuntamento romantico (o un intoppo di lavoro come preferisci) e chiedono a Eleazar di fare da babysitter alla piccola Miriam per qualche ora e proprio in quel momento Miriam decide di sviluppare una magia accidentale (sparando fuoco dalla sua bocca ecc.)

ohmygodohmygodyeeees!!! (i haven't forgotten about the last one, just these days I'm not feeling up for anything but this one yeeees!!!"

I hope google translate didn't muck it up cause I don't know Italian xd

Practically the sequel to an idea already realized.

MC and Sebastian have a romantic date (or a business snag as you prefer) and ask Eleazar to babysit little Miriam for a few hours and just then Miriam decides to develop accidental magic (shooting fire from her mouth etc. )

will also add a silly drawing later. this gave me "jack jack attack" vibes

Fig waved goodbye from his doorstep, also grabbing little Miriam's hand to wave goodbye to her parents. The young couple had the privilege to be invited to a gala celebrating something or other at the Ministry, or like Sebastian liked to explain it "to suffer through a night of schmoozing and networking".

Well, if EmSea wanted to become Minister she had to schmooze and network as much as possible. And Ominis would be there to help them. Fig wasn't too worried about his girl's ambitions.

"How about we have some dinner and then we listen to music while we do our homework?"

Miriam was only five years old, way too young to go to Hogwarts, but with parents like hers, she had been introduced to magical and muggle culture and history from the moment she was born. Sebastian, mainly, loved to read to her and he taught her how to read in record time. EmSea, on her part, liked to stroll in muggle London, taking her daughter with her so she could understand muggles were as human as wizarkin. So far, it seemed like the little girl loved all the muggle items she saw in her walks, but also all the old traditions wizards practice.

And she was already showing signs of powerful magic.

Fig never saw any of this, but according to Sebastian and EmSea, little Miriam was proficient at the summoning charm. There was nowhere in their house where they could hide the cookies or candy. Miriam always found them or summoned them from their places to her little hands.

At least she hadn't shown any ancient magic yet. Fig didn't know for sure how EmSea grew up or how dangerous her accidental magic was, but he hoped little Miriam didn't face the same obstacles as her mom did.

Miriam wouldn't have to hide her magic, bury it so deep it only came out under duress at her almost fifteen years old... No. Fig, along with Sebastian, EmSea, and Ominis (who has been an excellent godfather so far) would make sure Miriam grew up loved and safe and developing her magic to her full potential.

So, thinking about the books he read about kids' healthy development, Fig played some classic music that was supposed to help with attention and mind awareness.

"I like that," Miriam babbled, dutifully coloring the book her father left her with. "It's... relaxing," she giggled, laying her head on top of the book.

Fig smirked, glad the child liked it. He sat on his sofa with the new year's lesson plan and focused on correcting it. His apprentice was good but still needed some corrections here and there, specifically when organizing the topics from general to specific.

He wasn't sure how much time went by, but suddenly he realized Miriam had been way too quiet for a little five-year-old. He peeked over his papers and froze when he saw her missing.

"Shoot," he jumped to his feet, trying not to panic. "Ok, ok, it's ok. The wards won't let her go out, she has to be here," he looked around. The flat wasn't too big: a kitchen, a dining space, the living space he was currently standing in, two bedrooms, and one bathroom. "Miriam?" He called. "Where are you, you little snidget?"

Nothing.

Then.

Giggles echoed around him, sending shivers down his spine and making him look around with anxiety.

"I knew EmSea was a demon but why did she have a demon baby?" He muttered, then walked to the hallway that led to EmSea's old room. "Miriam?"

Something popped behind him, making him flinch and turn with his wand in hand.

There was nothing there.

Another 'pop'. Then another. And another. Surrounding him.

"Oh my dear Merlin, Miriam, are you apparating!?" He cried. "That's. that's dangerous, dear! Just- Hey! Who wants a cookie?"

Pop!

Miriam apparated right into his arms. He grunted and caught her before she could fall.

"I like cookies, gran'pa," Miriam grinned innocently.

"Yeah, ok," Fig sighed, tightening his hold on her. "But no more apparating. And your mom said only one before going to bed."

Miriam frowned but kept quiet as Fig took her to the kitchen. Her wide brown eyes observed as he opened the cupboard over the sink and revealed the full jar of cookies. He grabbed only one.

"Here, let's go back to sitting, shall we?"

Miriam munched on her cookie, but her eyes were glued to the cupboard.

Suddenly, it caught on fire.

"Fuck!" Fig shouted, placing Miriam on the floor. "Shit. No- Don't- Don't repeat those words, ok darling?" Then he ran back to the kitchen, trying to stop the fire with a couple of spells.

When the fire died out, he turned to make sure Miriam wasn't injured.

He found her munching on more cookies, jar safely guarded between her legs.

"This is going be a long night, isn't it?"

Miriam giggled.

Then floated.

The music didn't sound so relaxing anymore.

#later sebastian and mc find them asleep #they think its cute #until they notice their baby has a leash on her ankle #and there are burnmarks all over the kitchen #and fig lost an eyebrow #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy mc #eleazar fig

[disaster-biraven]

The Lazarus Problem Chapter 1

Jasonette Ch1(you are here) Ch2 Ch3 Ch4

Ao3 Dedicated to @girl-in-thechair

The Gotham airport teemed with people as Marinette tried to find the luggage claim. This was the first time in ten years she had stepped foot in Gotham. As the Guardian of the Miraculous, she was drawn to Gotham as there was a huge unbalance that permeated the city. She was returning despite the painful memories of her missing friend. She had lost track of Jason at 13 when she was adopted by Tom and Sabine. They got separated in the chaos of some stunt by a rogue, right after a fight about whether she should help in stealing for survival. It wasn’t the first time they had been separated on the streets, but this time Marinette was caught up with the foster system. Before she could even figure out a good escape plan, she was on a plane to Paris to meet the couple that had wanted to adopt from America. She always wanted to return to look for him. So, she applied to one of the best fashion programs, which happened to be at Gotham University. She was coming out of retirement and donning the mask again for this case. She will find Jason.

Hailing a taxi, Marinette was already planning the best miraculous to use. This had to remain unconnected to Paris and Ladybug. After the magical firewalls that had kept Paris’ villain a secret from the rest of the world fell, Ladybug and Chat were a topic of interest, especially with the Justice League and Batman. Now Marinette had to operate on Batman’s home turf. Undetected.

She had been planning contingency plans for every possible scenario that could go wrong and even had multiple escape plans. As the car pulled up to her apartment building, she grabbed her luggage and made her way up to her floor. A perk of being the Guardian of the Miraculous was she didn’t have to bring everything on the plane. She rented storage space in Paris and would be retrieving everything with Kaalki.

After she had mostly moved in, Marinette picked up the Fox Miraculous. Mirage would be useful on the rooftops of Gotham. She would use the necklace in her investigation of where the unbalance is coming from. She hoped to remain unknown, but if she was discovered she would use the name Lyca. ~~

The first night using the fox miraculous was like getting a part of herself back. She hadn’t activated a Miraculous since the defeat of Hawkmoth, and she missed the feeling of flying across the rooftops. As a realized guardian, she was able to use the mirage to be completely invisible without it affecting her timer. She didn’t mean to go so far from her apartment, but the rush was addictive.

She had promised herself to stay out of anything that might catch Batman’s Attention. She was only doing surveillance and investigating in relation to her case. No vigilante things, like crime fighting or rogue stuff. Unless it’s a mugging she could stop real quick or something. She could never sit by and let innocents suffer. (She refused to see how that contradicts her first promise.)

Tikki was with her, to help in locating where the bad luck was happening. As a long time Ladybug holder, she had a vague sense of where it was, but not as precise as Tikki. Plagg and Tikki had said there was a good chance it had something to do with the Lazarus Pits Plagg created to fulfill a wish long ago. She was assured it was unlikely there was actually a full pool in Gotham, but there was a good chance there were people that had taken a swim in them. ~~

It had been a week of trying to track down the source of the Lazarus trace left all over the city. She didn’t know whether to look toward the rouges or the bats, as a good portion of the trace could be found on the rooftops. Tikki had caught a newer trace, leading toward the docks. Lyca had to tread carefully as they were likely still in the area. From her observation of the Bats patrol, it was likely some sort of drug bust was happening. She had yet to be spotted by any civilian or Bat while she observed their patterns, which was undeniably lucky on her part. Lyca settled on the roof of a warehouse with skylights, peering down into a fight between some criminals and three Bats. Batman, Red Rodin, and Nightwing made their way through the remaining goons before securing whatever the two groups were trading. As she realized the source of the Lazarus pits was missing, her heightened senses warned her of a fourth figure about to land on her. Rolling out of the way and into a defensive position, she came face to helmet with the Red Hood.

“B, there’s an unknown on the roof, she was watching the fight,” Hood said into his comms as he tried to engage Lyca in a fight. Instead of doing that, she turned invisible.

“Fuck! She’s a Meta, I lost eyes on her. She turned invisible.” Lyca hadn’t moved after turning invisible, in case Red Hood could pinpoint her movements. Red Hood seemed to be trying to adjust his vision in his helmet to different settings to find her, but she knew her magic would keep her hidden. Shifting slightly from foot to foot, she weighed her options. She needed to get out of there five minutes ago. But the Lazarus pits were rolling off the Vigilante, setting off her senses. He was at least one source of unbalance.

There wasn’t anything she could achieve right now, and to neutralize the effects of the Lazarus pits, it had to be voluntary. She doubted Red Hood would be up for that right now. She decided to retreat before any of the other bats came as backup. As she dove off the side of the building Red Hood was distracted by Nightwing landing beside him. ~~

Looking back, Marinette probably should have put more precautions in place to stay hidden from the Bats. Like full time invisibility or staying away from active crimes taking place. That being said, she was now aware of one of the sources of the Lazarus pits. She had a gut feeling that the other source was another bat. She could rule out Nightwing as she had seen him. And then there was the problem of approaching them and convincing them to remove the effects of the Lazarus pits. Unfortunately, she was going to have to get involved with the vigilantes of Gotham against her better judgment. Curse trying to restore the balance. She needed coffee.

#maribat #marinette dupain cheng #mlb x dc #jason todd #fanfic #jasonette #childhood friends to lovers

[alicelufenia]

Introducing Vierae, my newest tav and the star of my next playthrough.

She's a drow from Menzoberranzan, former entertainer and assassin, now a budding cleric of Eilistraee and seeker of Corellon's favor. Her kidnapping aboard the nautiloid kicks off what will eventually come to be known to Eilistraee devotees across Faerûn as The Longest Run.

At a glance:

Name: Vierae Gysselylth (drow for "Dark Dancer", elven for "Clan of the Blade")

Race: Seldarine Drow (Ancestry: Udadrow)

Background: Guild Artisan

Class: Bard (College of Swords) / Cleric (Life Domain) / Rogue (Thief)

Alignment: Chaotic/Neutral Good

Motivation: Grant aide and succor to those who suffer; seek retribution on those who would conquer, enslave and slaughter; if accepted, entice other drow to walk with her, and offer shelter to all from the cruelty of Lolth and other wicked gods.

Also she's wearing Shadowheart's armor in that pic above cause for this playthrough I'm using the SH Concept Art and Arm Tattoo mods cause I think they look neat :)

The gear has some minor bonuses fitting a trickery cleric too, which is nice considering this is a tactician run and trickery domain will need all the help it can get until Act 2 stuff happens.

I'm meeting Larian halfway with their changes to drow lore regarding eye color. She is technically Seldarine but, growing up in the underdark for 100+ years means you kinda have to be lolth-sworn to survive. Not that the spider queen's favor ever got anywhere near her.

The left eye being pink is just me continuing my trend of giving all my trans characters heterochromia to represent the magical influence of fantasy hrt. Yeah, turns out growing up a super closeted trans girl as a male-born scion isn't easy, even if your house is minor in comparison to the big players.

A bit of backstory:

She was blessed from an early age with a rarity among the drow—the ability to dream. Though infrequent, her dreams were filled with images of the surface night sky, and the elegant figure of the Dark Dancer. She longed to visit, but no means were at her disposal other than unspeakable work in surface raiding parties, and the occasional assassin work. It was only by virtue of getting captured by an enclave of Eilistraeen worshippers who offered her succor and acceptance if she abandon her evil ways and accept the Silver Lady's invitation to dance among the stars and the trees.

Taking to her studies easily, she sought a place among the priesthood. Though at the time the clergy was opening up more freely to male worshippers, she learned quickly of the so-called "Changedance" that was practiced in earlier times, where as a rite of passage novice clerics would conduct a holy dance that transformed their body from male to female, and vice-versa. She practiced tirelessly, mastering the dance in short order, and upon seeing her reflection in the still waters of the river lit by the full moon, she beheld the Dark Dancer in her dreams; it was her all along. Her true self.

She wept for the first time in her life.

Naturally, she enjoyed staying in the Changedance's form for longer than any of her male cleric peers. While the temporary reprieve was satisfying, she sought more permanent options. Her artisan upbringing proved valuable, as she learned from several of her fellow priestesses how to concoct the alchemical medicines that can change the body's shape and feel to reflect who they are in their heart. While not a complete transformation, her ability to fill out a bra and entice the gaze of young men (and not a few women) have been encouraging.

Dedicated to the Eilistraeen cause of harmony amongst the peoples of Toril, Vierae has been on many runs, to rescue underdark drow who sought escape from the grasp of Lolth's cult, to defending surface settlements from the very lolth-sworn raiding parties she was once a reluctant part of. Yet everywhere, what good faith they can harbor in non-drow communities soon sours as old suspicions and base prejudices re-assert themselves.

Seeking another way, Vierae has conducted extensive research on the worship of Corellon, sire to her Dark Lady, and ruler of all elves. If she could only entreat the teachings of Eilistraee to a few open-minded communities of elves, they may yet find wider acceptance. Thus she was in the process of a pilgrimage to petition Corellon's blessing, when the nautiloid snatched her up.

And as Astarion said, "First thing's first." She can save no one until she's saved herself, but that won't stop her from trying at every opportunity along the way. Her pilgrimage has led her to the Risen Road, and Baldur's Gate is the ultimate destination, where she either shows herself to be worthy of the gods' favor, or prove those who fear her to be right.

Inspiration for this Tav: @mass-effect-galaxy's Eilistraee Sword Dancer (general protagonist motivations, plus the hair was so good)

HoboZone's Dancer of Eilistraee Remastered Build (for the dual worship of Eilistraee and Corellon reflected in a dual wielder build)

Modlist:

No More Looping VFX And SFX

SK's More CC Colours

Shadowheart's Tattoos

Asymmetrical Shadowheart Concept Outfit

Shibariwaluigi's NPC Hair Edits

Two-Handed Longsword Finesse - mostly just to have a longsword as main arms until picking up dual wielder and Phalar Aluve

Bard Fixes And Tweaks - just to bring ranged flourishes down to melee's level, since this character's RP demands using melee whenever possible

More Reactive Companions - since this is a second playthrough I wanted to hear from the companions more, and swap to them so they can have the spotlight now and again.

Phalar Aluve - Legendary - adds combine items in Acts 2 and 3 to upgrade Phalar Aluve to a Very Rare and Legendary version.

#bg3 #bg3 tav #my tav #oc: vierae #drow tav #bg3 drow #drow #trans oc #I need to bite the bullet and continue with my current playthrough #Minthara bugs be damned I wanna finish the gaaaaame ;_; #eilistraee #corellon #queue

[fritextramole]

in my dreams, i have a plan

part 1 of a Jenny Humphrey playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

Money, Money, Money ~ ABBA

Money, money, money Must be funny In the rich man's world Money, money, money Always sunny In the rich man's world

Ordinary Superstar ~ Rina Sawayama

Girl on the screen lookin' mean I never woulda guessed that we'd be friends Oh, but you don't want to be seen With me

Adult Diversion ~ Alvvays

One more cocktail Is it a good time? Or is it highly inappropriate?

jealousy, jealousy ~ Olivia Rodrigo

All I see is what I should be Happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy All I see is what I should be I'm losing it, all I get's, jealousy, jealousy

Cool ~ Soccer Mommy

She’ll treat you like a fucking toy She’ll break your heart and steal your joy, like a criminal

Dreaming of You ~ The Coral

When I’m down and my hands are tied I cannot reach a pen for me to draw the line From this pain I just can’t disguise It’s gonna hurt but I’ll have to say goodbye

Self Esteem ~ The Offspring

Well, I guess I should stick up for myself But I really think it's better this way The more you suffer The more it shows you really care Right? Yeah

Brick by Boring Brick ~ Paramore

Well, you built up a world of magic Because your real life is tragic

Seashore ~ The Regrettes

You're talkin' to me like a child But my words are growin' stronger And my legs keep gettin' longer I'm like nobody else, so you can just go fuck yourself

I'm Free ~ King Tuff

Late at night, the light turns to blue I wonder if you're out there thinking of me too Have you ever thought you might not be what you believe? You might be something different, you might be free

Jigsaw

Killin' parts of myself to fit you Clear as shit I was not the issue If I made you like me, would I even like myself? Pointin' out all my flaws doesn't help Why don't you love me? Don't you love me?

Oh No! ~ MARINA

I know exactly what I want and who I want to be I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy Oh! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no, oh!

You're Gonna Go Far, Kid ~ The Offspring

There's something in your way and now someone is gonna pay And if you can't get what you want, well, it's all because of me

Soap ~ Melanie Martinez

Darling, you're just soaking in it But I know you'll get out the minute You notice all your fingers pruning up

Arms Tonite ~ Mother Mother

I try to escape afterlife I try hard to get back inside your arms alive

Miss Nothing ~ The Pretty Reckless

And as I watch you disappear into the ground My one mistake was that I couldn't let you down So I'll waste my time and I'll burn my mind On miss nothing, miss everything

Supermassive Black Hole ~ Muse

I thought I was a fool for no one Oh baby, I'm a fool for you You're the queen of the superficial And how long before you tell the truth?

Power & Control ~ MARINA

A human vulnerability Doesn't mean that I am weak That I am weak, I am weak I am weak, I am weak, weak Weak, weak, weak, weak

Hotel California ~ Eagles

Mirrors on the ceiling The pink champagne on ice And she said, 'We are all just prisoners here Of our own device"

South Elroy ~ Maya Hawke

Focused on the trouble each nightfall You swallowed bubbles, made me beg for a biteful Give me your hand and moved it inside me Smirk, what a jerk, good and plenty

Make Me Wanna Die ~ The Pretty Reckless

Take me, I'm alive Never was a girl with a wicked mind But everything looks better when the sun goes down

Playing God ~ Paramore

If God's the game that you're playing Well, we must get more acquainted Because it has to be so lonely To be the only one who's holy

Full Control ~ Snail Mail

And in full control I'm not lost Even when it's love Even when it's not Even when it's love Even when it's love Even when it's love Even though it's not

David ~ Noah Gundersen

I try to wash my hands for you every night Lest you find my strangling fingers wrapped around tight

Pity Party ~ Melanie Martinez

Tell me why the hell no one is here Tell me what to do to make it all feel better

Sober II (Melodrama) ~ Lorde

All the glamour and the trauma And the fuckin' melodrama, whoa, whoa

Troublemaker Doppelgänger ~ Lucy Dacus

Was it that girl, that beautiful girl Thirsty for love and eager for attention Was it that girl who taught me about destruction?

#gg #ggplaylists #jenny humphrey #gossip girl #source: senamarais

[joka13]

FANFICTION (REQUEST): Weasley Twins x Reader (Hufflepuff Girl) - Unrequited Love - Part 4

WARNINGS: none

You dreamt something magical.

You found yourself casually wondering about downstairs in the Hufflepuff common room. This particular room had always given you a warm, happy feeling, though not today. Today, the weather was grey and rainy outside, and the coldness of it seeped through the walls of Hogwarts. There was nothing to light your surroundings but a faint, clouded glow coming from above. Even the plants hanging from the balcony that circled the center of the room appeared to wilt depressingly.

Cold, dark, and sad. All of these things reflected the feeling that you held in your heart.

You were lonely. For all of your life, the things that brought you joy always drove others away from you. You were torn between two options: having friends or being yourself. You could only have one.

At some point, you realized that true friends would love you for who you are. You promised the world that from then on you would always be no one but yourself... You kept your promise, but naturally remained alone in doing so.

You couldn't stand it anymore. You stopped in the middle of the common room and fell to your hands and knees, weeping. You usually would've let this sort of emotion out while in the confinement of your dormitory so as to not to disturb other students, but you knew you wouldn't be bothering anyone because there was no one to bother. You knew that you were completely, utterly, and now even literally alone.

The echoes of your sobs rang loud, but no one would come running to comfort you. The tears rolling down your cheeks felt heavy, but no one would offer a handkerchief to dry them. Instead, you continued to cry and cry, watching your tears fall and become absorbed into the decorative rug you knelt on.

Then the large fireplace about ten feet in front of you that had been cold and flameless was suddenly bursting with green light.

Your cries were cut short by a gasp. You watched in awe as two identical boys with red hair and handsome smiles stepped out of the green fire. Despite the fire then quickly burning out, the room was no longer cold and dark, and the sorrow that had overwhelmed you only seconds ago seemed to haven't existed at all.

At the same time, the twins cocked their heads to the right, wearing worried expressions as they noticed the peculiar state you were in. They came forward and each held out a hand. You sniffed, chuckling weakly as you took their hands and the boys helped you to your feet.

"Are you alright?" the slightly taller twin asked as the other lifted his hand to wipe a tear from your cheek.

You weren't alone anymore. "I... I am now," you replied.

About every forty minutes, you would cough up petals, and there was a constant, aching pain in your chest. You'd heard of the Hanahaki disease before but never imagined that you'd ever suffer through it yourself. In the morning, you had gone to Madame Pomfrey for a treatment to ease your sudden illness, but the nurse wouldn't help. At least not yet. She promised to give you a cure if you weren't able to cure yourself the "natural" way. And so, you were tasked with admitting your feelings to... Fred and George Weasley.

Ever since your first day attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you'd greatly admired the Weasley twins. They were fantastic jokesters, knowing more than anyone how to have fun. You had viewed them more as celebrities and less as boyfriend opportunities. They were too good for you, and that was that.

But that brief moment with the twins in Filch's office gave you hope. You felt an instant connection with Fred and George (and that's saying something because you didn't often connect well with other people). This was also no ordinary connection. It was one of love. It all seemed too fast to call it love, but the fact that you had the Hanahaki disease was proof that it was full, real love.

Now, fear was the only thing keeping you from telling the twins of your love for them. You feared that your love wouldn't be returned, though not because it would do nothing to hinder the progress of the spreading roots within your body. You knew that Madame Pomfrey had something that could heal you physically, but emotionally? You weren't confident that there was such a remedy for heartbreak.

You sighed wearily as you made your way to the Great Hall for breakfast. You knew you would hate yourself if you didn't confess. If you didn't try, you'd never know if there'd been a possible chance at friendship... or even love. Rejection was the worst that could happen, and you were quite used to that already (at least from any long-term, friendly social interaction you'd ever attempted in the past). You decided then and there that you were going to go for it.

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